THE DEVIL

I was called the devil right after I was born.

I always wondered why, 

Until I realised my complexion gave me away... 

Silly me… 

Her name was black.

Black was bold, and beautiful I thought,

Until white felt otherwise.

From that day on, 

White became my enemy, my critic… and my master.

For some reason, White always felt I wasn’t good enough... 

That... I was insufficient.

So, white whipped me. 

White insulted me. 

White mocked me.

White manipulated me. 

White abused me.

White tortured me. 

White was disgusted by me…

Like I was a pile of dirt with no significance except to rot.

Trying to please my master, 

I was labelled a fraud. 

Neither black nor white... 

I guess I was grey?

I lost my identity.

Little black me became,

Little not so me,

Too little nothing, 

Like what I was supposed to be, White said... 

"A whispered reminder of inadequacy."